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| Fact: I'm doing new things, things different from the things I did last year.
Fact: I can't think of anything else.
- Orion
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| Almost as if they are English speakers from another country, I simply can't understand some of the concepts and ideas that they try to communicate. Like English speakers from another country, we speak the same language, but I just can't understand them. Like English speakers from another country, the speak the same words, but we still share differences. Like someone from another country, I just don't know what some of their sensations are like, what they feel and all the grand experiences they try so desperately to relay to me are lost on unfamiliar ears. And because I question their sensations and experiences, I can never know them, because something questioned can never be fully experienced insofar as the questioning roots out the deepest corners and opens new routes never before known. Like English speakers from another country, I cannot yet understand their God.
"Rate these from low pulse (0) to high octane (10):"
Frisky - 8
Surge - 10
Important - 6
Prick - 9
Understanding - 4
Very - 2
Blue - 3
Beautiful - 7
Wondering - 5
Apartment - 1
Number 10 - 0
The 5+ words rank in my mind as more important because of the situations that I relate them to in my mind. Everything from adventure to exhilarating peace.
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| This semester is grandly shaping up. Yum.
I'm now and English major (art minor, unofficially) and have no more 8:00 science classes--a good thing, but bittersweet, nonetheless.
Expository writing, creative writing, introduction to philosophy, and the principles of sociology. 12 hours.
Speaking of expos, check out my audio blog for the first chapter of a writing book, which was distributed in class, today, as performed by me. It is titled "Everybody Is Talented, Original and Has Something Important to Say"--check it out, there are some fun points laid out in it.
Until later,
Orion
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| I come home tonight to find all the foreign kids parading up and down the hallway, incomprehensibly drunk, and congregating around a room that I'm sure has a girl in it. (I saw her looking dazedly out as I passed.)
I went to a Jayne Mack movie night, tonight. It felt like I was in high school, again. We stayed up late, watched an old movie, had great conversation.
After I returned to the campus, one of the security guards pulled up next to me as I was walking to the dorms and pointedly said "Good evening" or something to that effect. I'm pretty sure he was trying to determine if I had any alcohol in me. Then he drove off after 5 seconds of awkward silence and I strolled off to peek at the stars that are shining brightly, tonight.
I'm not really sure how to deal with these people I know winding up drunk, senseless, and confused at 3:00 in the morning. What am I supposed to think of them?
And there are so many more.
- Orion
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| Supplanted. Usurped. Replaced.
Do I carry any value?
++EDIT++
The results are in: No. I am totally useless.
Odd how utterly obliterating hope can be.
- Orion
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